.:Winter Dreams:.:

First Season: Winter Dreams, Silent Goodbyes…
Summery: Take a breath. Let it out. All the things you frown about are meaningless, of course unless, you're doing this for real I guess.
Rating: R
Warnings: hints of incest and teasing bits of yaoi, smoking and.
Pairings: OCs MokotoDomino and MokotoKyoji.
Theme Song: Lydia by Yoko Kanno



A soft song, hardly heard and possibly unknown, dances off of silvery grey wisps of cigarette smoke that soon died. Long blonde and red hair trickle down the slumped back of a young man in a waitress’s uniform. The pale pink uniform, a white blouse with a matching white and red pleated skirt are covered by a feminine frilly pink apron, all of which shift faintly beneath a long black trench coat. A coat left wide open to the bitter air. The cigarette slowly burns as it dangles dangerously between pale fingers. Time stood still for the blonde. Time stood still because he willed it so. Or at least… he could believe he willed it so.

Should go home.

But what is home?

Surely home was the warm bed waiting for him at the end of the long hallway where Ino continued to clean and arrange old photographs along the walls. The bed where Domino would be lying with his face pressed against his pillow and buried under thin white sheets so innocent and pure. The bed where Mokoto would climb onto his little brother and whisper sweet seductive words into his ear as the smaller redhead slept. Yes, oh yes that was home. The very home the twins sinned in. Whether it be with their respected lovers or with each other.

That was the old home… not anymore. 

Home was now a house at the edge of town. An old house that smelled like exotic foods from time to time. An old house that hid a beautiful white god. All white from his very hair to his lucid skin. Skin Mokoto wanted to cut and see if his blood would also be white.

The young waiter brought his cigarette to his rosy lips.

Take a breath.

Hold it, hold it a little more.

Let it out.

Blue-gold eyes were glazed over in murky memories and thoughts. He slowly moved, stepping off the warn porch of the little café he had been working at since his arrival in the small town of Lightengauld. Delicate white nurse slippers would sink into the fragile snow. Freshly fallen from the grey, grey sky. It’s past nine o’clock. He had been released from work an hour ago. Kyoji was probably upset. But Kyoji should know by now he wasn’t the person Mokoto cared for.

No, it wasn’t Kyoji. It would never be Kyoji. It was Domino, beloved delicate Domino. The missing part of his heart. Mokoto missed his twin. He would often awaken with a start, believing his twin was calling for him. With a jolt and a tumble, a crash and a curse, the blonde would race outside to greet his lost twin. Yet he would be kissed by the cold mourning mist. It was a dream, and he would fall to his knees in the snow and weep.

A dying dream for a dying year.

What a time to be alive.

Alive?

Yes, sadly, alive. Though his heart beat and his blood pumped. His body ached and he took pleasure from the only man nearest to him, the delicious white god. The once hated and accursed Moon ninja. That sick and twisted sin that purred sweet erotic words into the snake charmer’s sensitive ear as he slept. That caused him to forcefully bring himself to release. And he would curse it all if it weren’t for the fact that… yes, Mokoto was falling in love. Falling for this man he really didn’t know.

In all of his thoughts of things he knew and didn’t know he was thinking, those thin and cold nurse’s shoes had led him to his temporary home. He was greeted, as expected, by the taller more masculine man he called a roommate. Mokoto gave a nod, releasing the last of the cigarette butt from his once pierced lips. It had healed closed some time ago, his snake bite piercing. The blonde made to step around his silent companion. Yet he was pulled against that warm hard body that smelled of delectable spices and earth. He buried his nose against his neck, taking in that heavenly scent. He slipped his arms into the older man’s thicker coat, wrapping skinny arms around his twitching stomach and sensitive sides. Burning cold hands pressed against the white hot heat of his lower back. He could feel the way those muscles tightened in reflex. Kyoji just hummed his hello, petting the small snake charmer. “Mokoto… come inside.”
“No. I want to stay here where it’s warm,” he pulled him tighter. Domino had done the same many years ago. They had just turned 14 at the time. It was a nice habit, keeping the other warm. Before Joshua took the blonde’s love away forever. Forever was a long sad road. But this was before that time. This was when the twins shared innocent kisses and experimental touches. Touches led to hand jobs which soon led to oral sex. They never went farther, though they believe that the other wanted to. And history was repeating itself in that slow, slow seduction. For Kyoji’s lips were light on Mokoto’s. Light but bold and warm. The young ex-double ninja was melting into that kiss. He was melting into each touch. 

When did they move from the cold porch to the warmth of a bed?

Wait, whose bed?

Never mind, keep kissing, keep touching. Keep tasting. Keep, keep getting harder because you want me. You must want me and only me.

Clothing was thrown to the warm hardwood floors illuminated by the dim hallway light. Fingers danced on warm flesh. Lips were everywhere. Moans and groans filled the heated air. More. More. More. Bodies twisted and writhed against once clean sheets. Cries were growing louder and louder. Wordless cries. He bucked hard against the older man. He thrust in as hard as he could into the smaller demanding body. Hours, minutes, seconds went by filled with delicious lust. Lust that neither would hide from the other.

There was a scream of pleasure before the scent of blood mingled with the heavy, musky scent of sex. Spent, they lay in one another’s arms. They were silent, give or take their panting. Mokoto shivered as he lay beneath Kyoji. His nails had torn into pale flesh, splashing warm scarlet in thin lines down his shoulders. So it wasn’t white after all… not that it mattered. Mokoto closed his eyes as a part of his heart began to whither and die.

Goodbye Domino.

Oh how I loved you so… truly I did…

“Kyoji… kiss me. Love me. Only me.” Mokoto whispered to the man on top of him. The reply he received, he accepted. Kyoji kissed him back tenderly.

And still… the snow fell on little Lightengauld.